The Blue Walls
Painted in blue reminds me of the blues,
maybe I was undercooked got them a reason to overlook,
my talents wasted my energy drained in proving myself over again,
but all went in vain,
when you didn't turn back rather turned your back,
on me, you couldn't hide your glee,
happy like a bird set free,
me being a fool waited for ya,
the sweet salt got me baited for ya,
evasive my tone pervaded with gloom,
on seeing the walls painted in blue reminds me of the blues.
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